Kuuanonnii my friends.
Though I'm only writing for one person that I am certain of as that's the number of people that are on my subscriber's list.
Yes, how sad is that when I put the call out that my site is now subscrbiable to.
It wasn't for the first 20 days and now it is, so it's not the worst thing in the world that I only have one subscriber since I was only able to be subscribed to on the 3rd and it's now the 5th.
But how long before it becomes sad that I can't invite any subcribers when there is no financial cost to subscribing to me and there's even good writing to be had.
Yes, yes, that's totally biased and not at all objective, but I'm not going to sit here and say it isn't good.
So I guess I have write it as kuuanonni my friend.
How are you AP?
Yes, I'm writing directly to you?
How's things and why are so awesome that you took the coveted spot of first subscriber?
Okay, clearly it isn't coveted since you're the only subscriber, but in an alternate reality it is.
Sigh.
So how are you liking the kindess story?
Or are you more about Motuvhen?
How can I make this experience more to the better? Though had i written it as more better, it would have been more fun.
I've given some thought to getting a Patreon account, even though that sure seems laughable since I can't get more than you as a subscriber.
But I've still thought about it and the reward of anyone paying a dollar a month is you get the Red Folder drawings on the day of their drawing, which is early but not extraordinary.
Then again, it's just a dollar right and they're still getting more value than the subscribers who will only get the daily drawings weekly.
So that's more than fair to me.
And even 13 people a month paying me a dollar each gets me what, a Pizza and a bottle of Cocal Cola?
Oh, I should deposit that money into savings or something more useful than what's listed above?
Maybe, but first I'll have to get a Patreon first and if I can't get more than one subscriber on my own site when it costs notthing, how can I even get 12 people to pay a dollar a month each?
Nevertheless, I have thought about this.
The next level would be 5.00$ a month and that I think I had some idea for but as I think about writing it, yeah, it's not so good because while it's entertaining to watch live art be created, is mine good enough to count as being enjoyable to watch?
There you go, it's the poem of the day, I could do that for the first thirty people who'd pay for that level because how many people would pay for the poem of the day that was written about them?
100 people eh? More people would pay for the poem than getting the drawing daily?
I find that hard to believe on multiple levels. But this is a hypothetical so let's go with that unlikelihood shall we?
The final level I'll address now is the story of the month, which would be where I write a story about them, as I am doing with Rihana, which came about because I said that I would write a story becuause of a woman's kindness.
Though it's not about her at all, it was inspired by her so that's something yes?
At the 25.00$ a month level, one patron would get a story written about them in some way. It would be inspired by them and have bits of them in it that they chose to share.
There's no way in heck that more than one, maybe five people would sign up for that level so I could write about their stories over the course of five months.
Even after they checked out past the one month because a t most that is what it would be right?
Okay, thanks for listening AP. This was helpful.
I'm going to go and write some of Rihana now.
I wanted to do as she asked because I was immediately struck with the idea of how good it would be to do anything that she asked of me because she was that attractive that I felt the same way that I felt around any beautiful woman that was out of reach because I was neither compellingly attractive or talented like a musician and therefore automatically dreamy.
Though at least I was an artist rather than a writer so I had a slightly better than nothing chance at impressing someone who was impressive as her,
Only I couldn't rise because the weakness in my knees wouldn't let me stand, which would only be a problem is she took offence at my inability to stand and grew cross with me.
I certainly didn't want that.
“I'm sorry, but my knees are too weak to allow me to rise.”
She looked down at me with a puzzled expression. “Are you not able to stand without difficulty Joseph Perris? Are you afflicted by some malady” She said, like that was a terrible disappointment to her.
I made a face and climbed to my feet, with more difficulty than I'd ever had before and felt out of breath, which was the last thing I wanted to do before a woman that was so breathtakingly beautiful.
And totally out of my league but I had no league to speak of as evidenced by my history which was short and not at all sweet.
“I am glad that you can stand Joseph Perris because the world of Paraveedun, though very beautiful and full of wonders of the like you've never seen before it is not accepting of those who are weak.” She said, like I was weak and shouldn't have the feather, even though I'd been given it for an act of strength, if you have a heart and see things in shades of grey, though I wish it was shades of purrple because that's far more colourful than grey. But I digress.
“If that is true then how was I deemed worthy of being gifted the feather, whose call brought you here?” I asked as I clenched my fists togther tightly, though not in the fightin stance because why would I want to fight such a beautiful woman? I was just taken aback by her brash nature.
She had no answer for me, just a look of one who didn't like being contradicted. “We will talk about that, but later, once you have crossed back with me so that we may go to Paraveedun.”
That was a productive bit of writing, though it's clear that the kinndess story is going to last longer than...
I don't know.
The Habs are tied in their series with the Penguins so the series is a best of three now and I'm not ready to say the Habs are done.
So the Habs' postseason can still last longer than the time that Rihana lasts on its first go round.
In any event, writing a story that is unfolding as well as this one is a good problem to have.
And it will last as long as it lasts.
As for what else is last, I've just about written the last words of the quarter.
Kuuanonnii and all that,
Kuuanonnii AP.
Though maybe you don't want me to write directly to you so I will stop that until I get acomment about this.
Instead I will write to the Lake Spirits who only swim in the lake in the earliiest morning hours.
You didn't know that ghosts swim?
Why wouldn't they?
But the ghosts are sleeping right now so there's no point in writing to them.
Perhaps tomorrow morning in the earliest hours of the day, if I'm writing then, I wil write to them then.
Besides, it's the final hours of the 2nd Quarter so I don't have a lot of time for practice.
So to the kindness it is!
And how will we do that? Go to your Paraveedun?” I asked her, with more of an annoyed sound in my voice than I ever wanted when speaking to such a beautiful woman. Though she was surely too brash for my liking and my liking to her was surely none because I was weak in the ways that she valued. Though there a certain snapness to my judgement of her, was I really that wrong? Sadly I didn't think so.
“Take my hand Joseph Perris and the gauntlet that I wear, once the feather is absorbed into it, will allow us to return, in my case and visit in yours. How long you stay in Paraveedun depends on your ability to fit in.” She said, obviously thinking that I would be staying there for long.
She was very beautiful, that much was inescapable, just as it was that her attitude was inescapable, just in a bad way and as a result, the idea of giving her the feather filled me with a sense of dread. What if she didn't absorb it into the gauntlet and forced to stay here, she made my liife worse, which was very easy to do since my hold on the passabluy good life that I had was tenuous at best. “Wait, you want me to go right now don't you?” I said, pretending that I hadn't understood that right away.
“Don't play the fool Joseph Perris, you are not stupid and you only anger me by pretending anything. So tell me where it is so that I might absorb it into the gauntlet, ensuring that the gauntlet will function as the eternal key to the door that stands between our two worlds.” She said, looking around the apartment for the feather as her patience with me was growing thin to be sure.
“No, I don't want to go with you. And i don't think that it's right
that you wield my gauntlet and are demanding that I go with you.” I said, even though I'd been excited at the thought of going to Paraveedun before I even kne what the world was called. But that was before I knew her and had been taken aback by her attitude. “Besides, you haven't even told me your name, which is unfair as you know mine.” I continmued, steeling myself for the attack that I was sure was coming because I'd no doubt stood up to her in a way that she would not like. And she'd given me a good indication that I wasn't going to like her when she was angry. Or was that fully angry?
But to my surprise, she softened then and the smile that she fixed on me wasone like the first one, before i knew how passionate she was. “I see, you don't want to come to Paraveedun and experience her splendours and wonders? I find this confusing as you did use the feather in its intended way which you had to know wasgoing to lead to this yes?” She said, as softlyu and kindly as she could, which I understood was a challenge for her.
“I...” How could I say that her attitude in all of five minutes had been enough to make me not want to go anywhere with her, least of a magical world that was one of strength anf presumably will, neither of which I was blessed with.
“Speak up Jospeh Perris! I cannot read your mind. Tell me what is on yours now that wasn't before.” She said, as her voice held to the kindness while her eyes did not. She clearly wanted to go home as soon as she could. And going with me seemed to be her preference.
“Tell me your damn name! I don't even know that and that's the least of what you should tell me!” I shouted at her, forgetting the hour of the day and that others were sleeping. What a jerk I was I thought as I shuddered to think what the reply to my shouting would be. It wouldn't be good, of that I was certain.
If only I had more time because I am rolling along.
I once again travelled through time as I was working on something.
I really have to master this travel through time thing.
But no great matter as it was a brief travel though time that coincided with a heavy rain that had it continued past now might well have made my plans for the night a wet affair because I'd have to trudge through the rain.
Though I could have taken public transit nad not gotten too wet, which wouldn't cost me anything more because I charged up my card with 10 tickets and currently have nine more.
Not that I want to use them of course. I'd rather walk.
As long as the rain ain't pouring.
But fingers crossed, the rain will at least wait until after I return home tonight, with Pizza too if I don't have to harvest too much tonight.
So you know what I need to do now...
And again she surprised me with a smile like she appreciated my passion and took it as a sign of strength, though it smacked of reckless anger to me, which was something I fought against. “Yes Joseph Perris, how inconsiderate of me to not share with you my name as we are going to be spending much time together in the days to come, if you reconsider your stated desire to not come with me for reasons that I have not yet determined. Are you too ill to travel?” She said, still not having told me her name. Was it a secret or something?
“Answer my question first! What's your name? I'm not going to go with you if you don't tell me your name first!” I snapped back at her, still not wanting to go with her because her attitude sucked but to pass up on a trip to another world and one of magic at that would be somthing that I would regret for the rest of my life. And surely they weren't all like her.
“Of course Joseph Perris. I am Maervaeda and we are meant to be close as I was given the responsibility of heeding any summons from the Earth after the one who was last responsible took leave of his senses and left Paraveedun behind for reasons I cannot fathom and chose your world. He must be the one who gave you the feather yes? Tell me where he is for I must have words with him. But first, do you really not want to go to Paraveedun? If you don't, you will regret this for the rest of your life.” She said, as she maintained her new more agreeable tone.
It figures that on a day where i am feeling the story as I am, I have to go and do something else.
Though even if I wrote to 500 words in this quarter, I'd still have to return tonight for the 4th quarter visit to Mortuvhen.
So I'll be good with leaving now.
Kuuanonnii and all of that.
I have some things to write about.
Of course I always do.
But this is not about harvesting.
Okay Cupid, how are you going ake me feel broke butt stupid in the futile chase of dating.
In all the years that I've been on that site I've had one date and while it went well, that was the only date as a date, we went out as friends after life took us in different directions.
Is that vague?
Yes, it is. And that's intentional because it doesn't matter what those different directions wereor that she's no longer even on the site and wouldn't be dropping in here, there were multiple causes of the change in directions and the fair takeaway is I have bad luck with women as well as bad timing.
Dorkiness also of course.
Ugh.
And then tonight, after matching with someone, which is unsurprisingly a rarity for me, I didn't immediately send her a greeting and when I looked back later, we no longer matched.
I guess I should have said hello right away.
Oh well?
Though she could have said hello to me too.
But here we are, unmatched and she's cute too.
No, I'm not glumming the lost opportuntity to connect with another human being.
Based on my history with the cupid, we wouldn't have met anyway.
Which begs the question why do I even bother?
Well, like with writing, I continue to believe in myself and refuse to surrednder to the seeming answer of Sorry Fish, there's not only path to success for you as a writer, but there's no way you're going to be spending time with a woman as in a man and woman way again.
So you should just give it up and save yourself the miseries that come with constant failure.
Wow, what a way to get myself down.
Which is the feeling in the back of my mind about Game Three between the Canadiens and the Penguins.
I am pvring and will watch it at some point, but right now, I'm not especially hopeful of the result that I wanted.
This is even though I know that the Habs can bounce the Pens out if they play like they were playing in October and early November.
Oh bother.
And I wore my cheater glasses tonight for the first time in forever as I needed to read the lable of a little bag of rice.
Well, I didn't have to, but I chose to.
I am holding out as long as I can without giiving in to the reality of an eventual need.
Though I can read regular size print and not strain my old eyes, but it's inevitable.
I'm going to need glasses inside of ten years.
Fine, in less than three years more likely.
Though in those three years from today I'll have more than one subscriber right?
This is not going to be a repeat of the first ten years of twitter where I had no voice and no reach right?
At this point, this is worse, as I have one and I dare say that I didn't say at one for days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
Whoa, stop getting yourself down eh?
Okay, not down down, but dwelling on the shiity shiite of my life ain't no fun.
Pizza tasted hella good tonight and I have the typical two slices to eat tomorrow morning, even if they're smaller than other times, at least I didn't eat all the pizza and not leave myself for the morning after, which I like to do.
The game is surely over between the Habs and the Penguins but I'm not going to take the shortcut and check the score of the game.
Instead, I'm going to push on with the writing.
And you know the order in which I do this in the 3rd and 4th Quarters.
Oh yeah, there was one other thing that I wanted to write about.
Though maybe I shouldn't because it's about the inspiration of the kindness story.
To write further or not.
I guess not.
For now.
But you can imagine there was dorkiness involved.
Sigh.
“You want me to tell you where to find the man from your world who gave me the feather? I can't do that Maervaeda. In fact, I refuse to because that would be such a terrible betrayal that I couldn't live with myself if I did that. Make of that what you will.” I said to her, fixing her with my steelest of steely looks. Daring her to to snap[ back at me as she was surely happy to do, especially with me, an unmagical human.
And again, she looked at me with a feeling that could only be called admiration for my strength. “So be it Joseph Perris, we know he is in your city and we will be able to narrow it down further with little effort, so you can maintain your sense of goodness and honour because you didn't betray him. But know this, we will still find him and take him from this world to answer the charges that he has avoided answering for a long time.
“No, you can't do that! It isn't right! Obviously I don't know the exact nature of his crimes on Paraveedun, but isn't there some statute of limitations that should apply to him?” I said, with all the passion that his fate deserved because it could only end poorly if he was stolen from his home, such as it was and taken back from whence he'd come.
She looked at me, stunned into silence that I continued to press his case when others would have stopped as the idea of being close to her would have made them weak. But not me! Not this time!
Kuuanonni eh.